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“It’s just like old times,” she teases as I watch her slip her knife into her hoodie. She already has several others strapped onto her body. Her words soften me instantly. It isn’t often that we make these runs just the two of us anymore. It does remind me of a time when things were much simpler.
I wonder if we'll ever get back to that.
Scar was determined to streamline this as much as possible. We saw with the DA just how quick this job should go. In theory, the mayor should be more of a challenge, but all of our research shows the opposite.
He has an elite security system, but one that Noah was able to bypass easily by hacking into the program and changing the passcodes. He made the cameras useless by looping the feeds and cutting them from recording more.
He has no employees that work overnight, and his wife and kids are in Chicago visiting her family for the month. No bodyguards. Based on Noah’s surveillance from today, he’s completely alone in this big house. Easy pickings for my girl.
We opted for stealth for this run, waiting until the dead of the night to make our move. It required Noah to hack into all of the neighbors' security as well and adjust the cameras away from catching any glimpse of us.
We’ve memorized the blind spots and move carefully as we work our way down the street. She moves quickly, like something is chasing her to get this done. Nipping at her heels to keep her moving forward.
Did taking a day of rest drive her to push this so hard? Or was it the conversation with the girls that did?
She gives me a grin over her shoulder and urges me to pick up the pace. Whatever is driving her tonight, at least she still seems like herself.
It’s even easier than I thought as we bypass the gates without an issue. We don’t spare a moment before running up the long drive and walking through the front door. The alarm doesn’t even beep in acknowledgement of the door opening.
Both of us are familiar with the layout of the house, making it easy to head straight towards his room where he should be fast asleep.
Like with the DA, Scar doesn’t play around. Moving straight to his prone body and stopping only long enough to confirm it is Higgins in bed in front of her. She slashes her knife across his throat, faster than my eyes can even follow. Blood spurts out in long arcs, hitting the ceiling and splashing over almost every inch of the room.
Unlike with Ryans, she is unable to dodge the blood as it splatters around her. I get sprayed with some, but she’s covered in it. There’s no way we are cleaning her up before we leave.
She sees the thoughts in my eyes but just shrugs as she gets to working on the rest of her message.
I know the news is going to have another field day with it. It was all anyone could talk about when they discovered Ryans’ body. The mysterious message that tied him into the gruesome gang war happening in St Graves. If only they understood this was much bigger than just a gang war.
Our empires far surpass that.
I watch as she works, silently chuckling to myself at her dramatics. She wasn’t wrong though. People eat this shit up. She stands back to look over her work as she finishes.
. . . Your loyalty determines which side you stand on, be sure it’s worth risking it all.
“That’s one way to send a message,” I tease.
She’s undaunted, lifting a shoulder casually. “You saw how well it worked the first time. Out these fuckers while we take them out.” She trails off as she gets another idea.
“Hey, what did you say we were being called now?”
I smirk, I happen to like the name that our tattoos inspired on the streets. I also know for a fact she hasn’t forgotten. She thrives on this shit. “The Bleeding Roses.”
“Perfect. I guess something good has come from all of the bloodshed,” she whispers and turns back to her message, collecting more blood on her fingertips.
“A cool moniker?” I laugh.
She snorts in response. “A reminder that we bloom in the chaos. Some people crumble in the face of destruction, but we earn our thorns.” She draws the outline of a rose, doing the bottom first and using more blood than needed so it drips down the wall before finishing the top of the rose.
She leans back to examine her handiwork. “Well, it’s clear I’m not the artist in the bunch but I think it works.”
I nod my head in agreement, snapping a photo to show the others. “Definitely works,” I agree. “Won’t leave room for any doubt on which side these guys stood on.”
“Exactly,” she agrees. She looks down at her hands and body and sees just how much blood she’s really covered in. “I guess it’s good we wore black?”
I huff out a laugh and gesture for her to lead the way. We are just gonna have to be quick to get back to our car and have one of Mikey’s guys on standby to get rid of it immediately.
As we leave the house, I shoot a text to him and Ronan to let them know. They were already prepared for this run, so it shouldn't be an issue. I double check my phone is on silent before slipping it back into my pocket.
